Lynn said nothing more, nor did he look away. He met her gaze earnestly.
Time slowly passed.
After a long while...
Black String Moon slowly averted her quiet gaze, turned back, and closed her eyes, gently holding her slipped-down bodice against her chest.
"I actually knew everything you just told me."
Lynn froze.
With her eyes closed, Black String Moon said:
"But I'm still surprised that you would tell me all this to my face. As my master, you have no need to explain yourself to me."
"Mother granted you the highest level of authority. For as long as the contract remains valid, I am your exclusive possession. You may control me however you wish, according to your own will and desires, without any regard for what I think."
"So if you truly wish to use my body, please disregard my will entirely. I will submit to..."
"Your use of me."
Her voice was very soft, and her hands rested lightly on her legs. In the refracted glimmer of light, her snowy back radiated an enchanting allure.
Those words also told him that she would no longer resist the suppression imposed by his commands.
She would obey.
If Lynn wished, he could now do anything he wanted.
After all, a doll on a stage was a puppet that lived under another's control. Without strings to guide her, even the most magnificent doll was nothing more than directionless scrap.
Within the silent halo of light, she closed her eyes and waited quietly. Amid her floral Gothic Dress, a dreamy, enchanting cool-toned glow radiated from her cheeks to her neck, from her shoulders to her waist.
It was indeed a flawless body that no one could resist, like a poison potent enough to drive any man mad.
Time slowly passed.
But Lynn